Where Is Our Rose? Poem by Stella Kuhl

We were quick to blame,
Without cause,
The different races we put to shame.
And through our ignorance,
They felt pain.

Where is our dove, our rose,
That we have forgotten,
About those,
Who could be our friends,
Through highs and lows?

Black and white are colours,
Can we change enough in our hearts,
That we can see the needs of others?
Or will we stay, unchanged, unfair,
And forget about those who are our brothers?